Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 96 The Lady of the House

Sitting in the Ferrari, fastening her seatbelt, Gu Xiangyi suddenly felt uneasy, wondering if it was right to let Xu Xiangbei drive.

Xu Xiangbei started the car, shifted gears and accelerated, the engine roaring like thunder, even moving Gu Xinyan on the third floor.

She watched quietly from behind the glass window, as if appreciating a piece of abstract art, expressionless, but secretly admiring Xu Xiangbei’s handsome driving style.

The Ferrari’s engine emitted a piercing roar, like a hunting leopard, speeding away.

Xu Xiangbei’s movements were smooth and seamless, upshifting to accelerate, downshifting to drift; the actions clean and nimble, decisive and swift, with the car’s tires occasionally screeching, leaving trails of light smoke on the ground.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Gu Xiangyi felt quite different, a sensation of teetering between life and death. She grasped the seatbelt tightly, face pale, constantly screaming: "I have time, you don’t need to drive so fast, don’t speed, you’ll get fined."

Xu Xiangbei had a detached expression: "To get you to your meeting on time, what’s a fine? I think making my wife happy is most important."

Gu Xiangyi was angry but dared not speak, wanting to punch Xu Xiangbei but not daring to let go of the seatbelt: "Do I look happy to you?"

Xu Xiangbei grinned: "Oh, do you mean my speed is too slow? Fine, let me speed up a bit more."

Gu Xiangyi yelled: "Xu Xiangbei, I’m going to throw up."

"I know the baby in your belly isn’t mine. It’s okay, I don’t mind buying one and getting one free. I’ll treat him like he’s my own son."

Gu Xiangyi took a deep breath, suppressing her anger. She was a smart woman and quickly found a way to deal with Xu Xiangbei’s weakness: "Do you really want me to throw up in your pretty car?"

Even though the car wasn’t his, it was borrowed from Gu Chengjun. After driving it for days, Xu Xiangbei developed feelings for it and was unwilling for Gu Xiangyi to throw up in it.

He quickly slowed down, smiled wryly: "This is your cousin’s car. However, borrowing things from others, I care for it like my own. How about we drive slower?"

Gu Xiangyi breathed a sigh of relief, looked out the window, and could already see the majestic and opulent Marriott Grand Hotel.

She was secretly amazed that Xu Xiangbei had driven so fast—a journey that usually took over twenty minutes had been completed in less than ten.

Xu Xiangbei smiled at her, reminding: "Dear wife, can you, maybe, refrain from grasping the seatbelt with both hands? You’ve already fastened it, so no need to hold it. This is an upscale car, and seatbelts are valuable. Don’t wear them out."

Gu Xiangyi blushed, released her grip, having been so scared she had clutched the seatbelt tightly in front of her chest. Holding onto something relieved tension during such moments of panic.

She glared at Xu Xiangbei, ran her hand over the luxurious, exquisite Ferrari interior, half-smiling: "Oh, you seem to really care for this car."

Xu Xiangbei assumed a righteous gentleman’s demeanor, replying: "Certainly, I’m someone who understands the rules very well."

Gu Xiangyi extended her sharp nails, pressing lightly into the supple, shiny leather seat, and with a pop, the leather was punctured with a small hole.

"A person who understands the rules, sorry, I’ve damaged your seat."

Xu Xiangbei chuckled bitterly: "My sister, if there’s something to discuss, let’s do it nicely, without getting physical, okay? I’m helping you, delivering you to your appointment. If you want to vent, punch a hole in me, but please don’t harm my beloved car."

Having vented, Gu Xiangyi’s complexion brightened.

"We’re here. Find a place to park and wait for me, don’t follow me, alright?"

She dialed President Qian: "President Qian, which private room are you in? 218, I see. I’ve arrived, heading up now."

Watching Gu Xiangyi depart in high heels, Xu Xiangbei secretly praised: "This girl’s appearance and figure are top-notch, no wonder Chen Ban City is so enamored. President Qian doesn’t seem like a good person; who asks someone to a KTV for delivering goods, there’s some shady business."

After parking, Xu Xiangbei quietly followed Gu Xiangyi into the Marriott Grand Hotel.

Gu Xiangyi reached the 218 private room, which could accommodate over twenty adults.

Upon pushing open the soundproof door, the room was lively with song and dance; a short, fat bald man held a microphone, staring at the lyrics on the TV screen, hoarsely bellowing incoherently.

On the KTV couch, two middle-aged men embraced two princesses, clinking glasses and drinking.

The three men’s eyes brightened upon seeing the sweet-looking Gu Xiangyi enter.

Gu Xiangyi was starkly different from those drinking companions; she possessed the elegance of a noblewoman, her stunning face lightly adorned with cosmetics that captivated everyone.

The chubby man, with a belly as if seven months pregnant, leaned over, extending fingers stained yellow from smoking, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth: "President Gu, you’re here, finally waited long enough."

Gu Xiangyi scrunched her nose; the tar-like smell on President Qian was unbearable.

Nowadays, the debtor is king; President Qian owes over a million yuan in merchandise, and Xiangyi Group’s finances have been tight. She’s eager to recover over a million yuan.

With forced politeness, she extended her hand, smiling: "President Qian, how are you, sorry to keep you waiting."

President Qian caught hold of her delicate hands and wouldn’t let go, "Come, President Gu, sing a song with me, shall we?"

Gu Xiangyi awkwardly: "I’m not good at singing."

"No worries, just hum a few bars with me."

"Alright, I’ll hum a few lines."

For the sake of securing that check, Gu Xiangyi endured and hummed a few lines of "Yearning in the Wind and Rain," while President Qian continuously held her hand, which she attempted to withdraw but was unable due to his stronger grip.

As the song concluded, she was about to bring up the check matter, "President Qian, the check..."

"Hehe, let’s discuss it later; I’ve already written the check, it’s in my pocket. How about we dance a little more and discuss business?"

The two middle-aged men on the sofa clearly knew of President Qian’s sinister intentions, laughing boisterously. Unable to tolerate any longer, she swiftly lifted her leg, thrusting it into President Qian’s crotch.

President Qian let out a heart-wrenching scream, his eyeballs practically popped out from the pain, squatting on the ground.

"You wish to take advantage of the girl? No way."